Cui Hao stumbled, nearly twisting his own ankle.
He hadn't realized this girl, just like Bai Cheng'an, also had the knack for choking people with words!
When Bai Cheng'an arrived at the hospital room where Cui Hao had placed Sheng Jing, Old Madam Sheng was tenderly holding her grandson's hand, fussing over him.
Sheng Jing's wrists had been set and were both encased in thick casts. Although it hurt less now, moving them still made him grimace and wince in discomfort.
Old Madam Sheng was almost dying of heartache, cradling Sheng Jing's face and calling him "my treasure" repeatedly. Sheng Jing had been confined in this hospital for the past couple of days, ruminating over numerous schemes of revenge. Yet, Old Madam Sheng didn't give him a chance to speak.
